Chapter 577

Nanrong Huai'an whispered, "I've sent a signal with my mobile phone. My shadow guard will come all night. Don't worry."

Feng Sufei was very tired. She shook her head and woke up. Then she went to the room.

Along the way, Feng Sufei felt cold all over.

She found that she was fighting all the time by herself, and one was suffering from hatred.

Her heart is very cold, very lonely, even if injured, is also a person, dare not rely on others, no one can rely on.

This feeling is really sad.

Even though Feng Sufei's back is straight and tries to look indestructible, her back is still so cold.

Nanrong Huai'an sat on the chair, looking tired and weak, but still looking at the direction of Feng Sufei.

Just when he was assassinated by an assassin, he was in a medicine bath. The medicine bath prepared by master Zhishan must not be interrupted or go wrong.

He thought that if the two shadow guards couldn't stop him, he couldn't cure the legs, so he could only come out and do it himself.

At that time, master Zhishan kept saying to him, "Huai'an, you need to calm down, think about your responsibilities, calm down. I can still block you later. You can only hold on for another half an hour."

But he didn't expect his wife to show up and guard the pharmacy.

Tonight, she shocked him so much.

He never thought that she should have such a good skill. Shooting with a gun is first-class, or has already surpassed first-class.

When the time comes, he can't wait to come out and listen to the report of two shadow guards

"Little Lord, your body can't blow cold now. You just took a medicine bath and need rest and rest."

Nanrong Huai'an waved his hand. "It's OK. Let master Zhishan show Sophie the injury."

With that, Nanrong Huai'an pressed the button, the chair began to move, and he also came to the room where Feng Sufei was.

Nan Rong Huai'an is outside the door, hesitates for a while, and then reaches for the tips gently.

"Dong Dong......"

"Come in."

When Nan Rong Huai'an walked in, Feng Sufei was dressing her wound.

Feng Sufei finds some wine, washes it with water, wipes it with wine, and bandages it with some cloth.

She is no longer used to relying on anyone, so she instinctively wants to deal with these wounds by herself.

However, this scene has touched and impacted Huaian.

Nanrong Huai'an has never seen a woman like Feng Sufei.

His thoughts are myriad. Looking at Feng Sufei, he can't help but feel a little touched.

"I'll help you."

Feng Sufei shook his head. "No, I can do it myself. You look weak. You should have a good rest after the medicine bath. You don't care about me."

Feng Sufei's face is very cold, and his tone is very cold. It's totally a look of rejecting people from thousands of miles away.

Nanrong Huai'an was silent for a while, and Qingrun said: "Sophie, you are Angry? "

"How can I get angry? Why do you always think I get angry?" Feng Sufei asked

Feeling his tone is not good, Feng Sufei slowed down: "you don't want to think, I'm just tired."

At this time, the knock rang again. It was master Zhishan who came. After he felt the pulse of Feng Sufei, he took the elixir and some pills from the medicine box, explained some things to pay attention to, and then left the space for the two again.

Nanrong Huai'an looked at Feng Sufei and said, "Sufei, this medicine needs to be applied to the wound."

"I'll do it myself."

Feng Sufei goes to Nanrong Huai'an to take the medicine. Instead of letting go, Nan Rong Huai'an holds Feng Sufei's hand and looks at her eyes carefully. "Sufei, tell me, why are you angry?"